Drenched in Love

Chapter 8 Wait for You in the Underground Parking Lot

The only difference with Special Forces was his eyes. The eyes of Special Forces were firm, resolute,

and inviolable. And his eyes...

Sophia remembered that she had seen a picture of an iceberg on the Internet before. The iceberg was

floating on the sea, with one third of it showing above the water, pleasing to eyes. Two-thirds or more

lurked beneath the bottomless water, deep and terrifying. A ferocious water monster might come and

devour you.

This man’s eyes were like the two thirds of the iceberg below the water, making people freezing.

“...President.”

Someone shouted. The people of public relations department immediately put the cake on the table,

wipe their mouth and fingers with tissue and stood seriously in the office.

Sophia had a mouthful of cake in mouth and had not chewed yet. The soft bread, sweet cream and a

cherry were all in the mouth. She had to swallow them together with cherry pit.

The cherry was not very big, but her throat was too small for her to take bigger pills. When she

swallowed it, it got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t help coughing.

Stephen Berry the president frowned looking at her coughing with cream on her mouth.

She coughed several times and finally spat out the cherry. Sophia held the cherry in hands, raised her

hand to wipe the cream on mouth, stood there with her head lowered slightly, looking at that pair of

valuable white leather shoes.

When Sophia was looking at Stephen’s shoes, Stephen was looking at her.

She was tall and slim, wearing ordinary kitten heel sandals. She looked graceful in that knee-length

skirt.

She had probably been in prison for a long time, so her skin was darker than the average woman’s,

and her fingers were thicker, and there were a thin callus on them. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Stephen’s eyes fell on her face: Her features were exquisite, eyes, nose and mouth were classic. Her

eyes had been darkened, but they were brightened by the lively atmosphere in the office.

Jennifer Davies, manager of the public relations department, came over and said, “President, why are

you here? Do you have any orders?”

Stephen did not answer her. He stretched out his brows, hiding the disgust, reached out his hand and

took a paper bag from the assistant beside him, and handed it to Sophia.

“I’ll wait for you in the underground parking lot after work today.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving people who were in astonishment.

The public relations department became noisy after a moment of silence.

“Sophia, what’s the relationship between you and the president? Are you his girlfriend?”

“When did you and the president meet? When did you start your relationship? We knew nothing about

it!”

“This dress is the latest from Chanel! And the shoes! So beautiful! I’ve seen these shoes in a

magazine. It is expensive!”